: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

[dangernerd]

Nicholas Kirkland (Nicky to those who he considered friends) was at this moment finishing up the last of his reading for his college classes. In the little dorm-room that himself and Patrick shared, it was a muddle of books and random objects that they'd collected. Not only that but also bits and bobs of their friendship tied into neat little nostalgic notes.

The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.

It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.

After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.

As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.

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That was a good one, and Nicky grinned in that disarming way of his. He fastened the lid over the container and would dump it in the nearest trash can when he found one, there were a few down the street for when they made their escape, but he generally attempted to respect the old abandoned houses. Which meant leaving things roughly how they were when they got there.

He turned and started to trudge through the growth, careful to avoid any patch of vegetation that looked sus. Thankfully though the path had been traversed before, and not by them. Likely the site of some sort of hidden and forbidden parties from the seniors, likely enough.

The party sort loved abandoned houses for just that reason.

He walked over to the kitchen and then located the board, giving it a very sureptitious pull-- it creaked and then it came loose, revealing the low light of the setting sun filtering into the kitchen. "It's gonna be a tight crawl, I'll go in first." he said as he handed Trick his backpack.